The Insult Poem

Someone is relentlessly stalking me and sending me insults as well as wishes for my ultimate demise... I needed to vent this poem of insults.

the besotted agarose 

escapes from your mind... again

yet you seem unscathed 

by the echo of resounding grandiose schemes, the destruction of personal zen

you exist to plague the world of rancid distaste

with a tin-foil tongue of thin

each thought significantly whirled into contorted waste 

the warmth of petrified frozen fish with slimy scales and spiked fin

and the charm of a scurrying cockroach covered in maggots taste 

Reviews

[Steve]

Bravo!

I have known some who are mean and nasty here. I hated how that made me feel. Good for you for setting them straight! I might remember the contents of this in order to remember how to deal with this type of nastiness in the future.

[Aramey]

Thank you Steve :) I remember being told about a book of insults and I can't think of the name or author, go figure; but "Insults" was in the title. It had things like "gelatinous cretin." It's actually quite humorous and very worth the read. I'm glad you enjoyed :)

[Steve]

You are welcome! I like your writes.